[El Da Sensai]Who's this? With the vocal pitch, I blitzWe be the top choice, moist, voice my scriptSignificant, different styles on instinctMake sense, when rockin rhymes over instrumentsKnown for the graf, although the crowd comes firstActivist, specialist, of the ultimate verseAll subjects correct, image is the keyIf you want your peers respect show versatilityType strange, how the whole sound is rearrangedChanged, so many players entered in the gameBut not these two, we past dues, smash crewsYou ask what's the task slash we bringin the newsDialogue, strong, not your average cabbageSavage on the mic while other crews can't manageCause in these times the rhymes pay all thingsRent, bills plus your diamond pinky ring[chorus][El] Comin from the Bricks, all mics we rip[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)[Tame] With the fat penmanship for the championship[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)[El] Fat tracks, lyrics, New Jerus click[Kaos] (who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)[Tame] We comin from the back with the ultimate blitz[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)[Tame One]Holy Moses, I'ma come down like drug doseswith a voltage, cause I'm ready to shock whoever's closestBold enough to dismiss tricks, up in the mixwith my rhyme skit, bad with the ad-libs behind itTime it, the rapper's precionist, ain't no dissin usIt's just, another rap attack for your to discussIt's us, fresh in the flesh, up in your sessionWildin out like sex without protectionRight before your eyes I'ma rise up and size upthe status of the rappers while I sit in the back, smokin my cabbageManagin, not to get involved with the pet-tyWe ever ready, cuttin comp like a mach-eteNot the one to glorify guns, I'd rather drop it on the oneand make the funds for my late night weed runsDum dums, wanna do bids and start they staticThey better ease back like Kraftmatic[chorus][El Da Sensai]Superficial rhymes on top for y'all to seehow we react on wax, DJ included exactlyAutographs in black books, dodgin from the crooksRecognize the stats, don't act for ill looksBut I keep a straight path like the subway stayunderneath from deep in the depths of NJ[Tame One]I be the one to get the job done, Tame Onegot funk like the Bop Gun, burnin with the powers of a hot sunMakin my mark after dark like I'm a criminalBreak hard rocks to minerals like, ten star generalsIs it the way we slay the stages, that make these neighbors hate usWe fillin up the pages with the game like Las VegasNew Jersey native, ten minuts from the Money MakinStay rooted with the buddha like Jamaicans[chorus x2]